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which we now voted to be well arranged and devoid 

 of cockney surroundings. 



Now, we had arranged to return to Elibank on a 

 Saturday, so as to start at the grouse again on 

 the Monday, but both of us being "bitten" by the 

 fishing, we agreed to defer our departure till Monday, 

 there being as usual no trains running on Sunday. 

 Thus, when the Sabbath morning arrived, we passed 

 the greater part of the day strolling round the loch 

 side, where, of course, as it was not a fishing day, 

 the trout were. rising furiously. Then at the fearfully 

 early hour of six o'clock we had to take our seats 

 at the table d'hote. This we had been most specially 

 asked — I might almost say commanded — to do by 

 the hotel keeper, for he let us see pretty plainly there 

 would be ** a deeficulty " in having dinner served in 

 our own room on the Sabbath. Of course we had 

 " white fish " (boiled haddocks), roast beef and stewed 

 prunes, three questionable luxuries which appear to be 

 indispensable at all Scotch table d'hdte dinners. The 

 company was pleasant enough, so much so that at the 



